Favourite Thing Over and Over

One autumn afternoon, needing to believe in something, I went looking for mushrooms – and found little protests bubbling on a damp stump, colourful umbrellas pushing up from the soil to shout into the forest air: THE LAND IS ALIVE and connected underground by everything that matters, the dark and earthy matter of living, dying and, my favourite thing of all, one thing turning into another over and over and again and feeling, in the autumn sunshine, a part of something bigger.